The king can drink the best of wine So can I;And has enough when he would dine So have I;And can not order rain or shine Nor can I.Then wheres the differencelet me seeBetwixt my lord the king and me?

I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty;I woke, and found that life was Duty.1Was thy dream then a shadowy lie?Toil on, poor heart, unceasingly;And thou shalt find thy dream to beA truth and noonday light to thee.